作词 : A. Graham/S. Rowe/N. Cadastre/N. Shebib/B. Saint Fort/D. Tennant/G. Lapointe/C. Powell

作曲 : A. Graham/S. Rowe/N. Cadastre/N. Shebib/B. Saint Fort/D. Tennant/G. Lapointe/C. Powell

I don't know, I don't know what's wrong with you girls

I feel like y'all don't need love

You need somebody who can micro-manage you

You know what I'm sayin'? Tell you right from wrong

Pull smart moves you for

What you tend to be useful, like

I got a schedule to attend to though

I can't really

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You bitches really get carried away

Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay

Got me waitin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae

You got my mind in a terrible place

Whipped and chained you, like American slaves

Act like you not, used to share it in space

I met the nigga you stalk around place

How would that even comparisons, baby?

This next time, I swear on my grandmother grave

I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made

Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out

Hey, this ain't the dinners, I could get on you bitches

Sent wires on wires on wires, like digits

Lucky that I don't take back what is given

I could have you on paper planes to your country, that's Philly

And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas

So I'ma fall back on lessons and talk her shit for a minute

Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out

Damn, these niggas got me so twisted

I'll **** you for real, but play bitch on my line

I can feel what you spendin'

Got too much pride to let no burn nigga slime me out

Pull up, go right around, my night, got time

Let's discuss all the lies about

Fightin' out here, like you dickin' me out

And I ain't even comin' over it now

And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about

And I can spin the ho', I'm airin' it out

I'm goin' on like it's sawed off

You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin'

But with me you know though, you know that shit

You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off

But with me you know, go get it all

How you niggas get so carried away?

Trippin' whenever gets barely third place

****ed out that petty excuse that you made

Damn, 'cause there's men that can fake like it's sex

Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out

Oh, ooh, woah-oh, woah

Yeah, January, you pretend to see life clearly, dearly

February is the time that you put the evil out and the pride aside

For the fantasy of gettin' married, married, it's scary

March got you already second guessin' titles

April, Spring is here until it's life, the spring you start to spiral

May brings somethin' warm that you ? gettin' fairy tales

June have you movin' ice cold, goin' back and forth with a married man

July, that's when I found out you lied

August, it was "Baby this", "Baby that", like you had your two's tied

September, we fallin' off, and I'm still the man you tryna win over

October is all about me, 'cause your time should be dead on

November, got your new boy, that's for next year and you're single

December the gift givin' month, now you wanna bring a candle, I

Tryna build trust, you and me, and then he ends, how they tryna bag you?

Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news

Get a nigga hit got fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like the Wagyu

Give that nigga head, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon

Dropped the QC, pretty sure I made P M's, like it's past noon

All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom

All I really know is M bags, like I drove through in with a fast food

Sayin' that I'm too guarded 'bout my feelings, who the **** even asked you?

Seven bodyguards, just incase somebody really wanna try and crash through

Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin', tell me it's some half juice?

If I don't play it, ran it, it look like an old hairstyle, girl, it's past due

If I don't—

What the ****?

Like I...